Chapter 133 Arrest Quintero!

Mexico City. Presidential Residence.

Quintero was lying on the bed watching TV, his eyes gleaming as he watched the "pay channels" on it.

His face was red, of course, this was "shy".

Carlos was on fire, and now he was putting out fires everywhere, and he couldn't see him. This made Quintero, who was still planning to rejuvenate his career, very anxious.

His girlfriend was not around.

In addition, this was the official residence after all, so it was not convenient to hire prostitutes, otherwise... why would he need the ancestral craftsmanship?

Just as he was about to arrive, the phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.

It interrupted his interest directly.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Quintero had an ugly expression and cursed twice, but his private phone was re-issued after escaping prison, and few people knew about it.

It must be something important to find him.

He took his hand out of the quilt, propped up his body, and picked up the phone. As soon as the call was connected, a seductive voice rang from the other side, "Papá! (Dad)!"

"Leana?" Quintero shuddered.

"Can't you recognize my voice? Or is there another woman calling you like that?"

Quintero laughed, "Where are you?"

"I'm on a business trip in Mexico City. Do you want to come out? I brought your favorite stockings."

Quintero sat up immediately after hearing this. The old pervert swallowed his saliva, but was still very cautious. After all, he had been caught before, so he had to be careful.

"Why did you come back to Mexico City?"

Leanna looked at the prepared draft, "The company has some business to hand over here, and I may be transferred to Mexico City."

"Didn't I want to see you as soon as I came?"

Leanna smiled and lowered her voice, "And... don't you want to tear my clothes off? Room 303 of the Praia Hotel."

This is unbearable.

Even the dog author can't stand it.

Quintero had been suffocated in this official residence for a long time and replied, "I'll be there!"

Then he got up and put on his pants quickly, looked at his underwear, put on wool, and put on jeans directly, which would be more convenient when the time comes.

When he was leaving, he happened to meet Carlos' secretary Ajit. Seeing him in an orange shirt, sunglasses, and leather shoes, with a rippling face, he was startled, "Are you ready to go out, Mr. Quintero?"

"I'm going to meet an old friend."

Ajit hesitated, "Your identity is a bit special, it's best not to run around."

Quintero had long been tired of hearing such words. He was a drug dealer himself, and frowned, "Ajit, I'm a human, not an animal. I need to relax after being locked up here for a long time. Don't worry, I won't make trouble."

"If I stay here all the time, what's the difference between staying in prison?"

Ajit agreed, "Then please come back as soon as possible."

Quintero waved his hand, "Very soon."

If he doesn't do three shots today, he really won't come back.

Leanna hung up the phone and looked at the two men in front of her, "Speak... I'm done, when can you let me go?"

"Soon, when we catch Quintero."

One of them suddenly approached Leanna, his eyes calm, "Miss Leanna, you won't lie to us, right?"

Both his eyes and his tone sounded very gentle, but... it just made people shudder.

"No... no."

"Thank you for your cooperation."

After Leanna was taken away, they reported the news to their colleagues in Mexico City.

I hope they can catch Quintero.

...

Quintero drove his coquettish red convertible Ferrari on the street, and the stereo was playing Elvis' classic "Can't Help Falling In Love", which was different from Gallardo who had an old-fashioned style.

He liked the atmosphere of Europe and America very much, and had been to the United States to watch concerts more than once. In today's words, he had a strong ability to accept.

The red light ahead.

Someone happened to walk on the zebra crossing.

Quintero didn't even stop, he just drove straight past, scaring the pedestrians to scream and greet his mother from behind.

Drug dealers are so arrogant.

He didn't get out of the car to kill the other party, which means he knows how to keep a low profile now.

Swish~

He parked his car in a cool way and blocked the door of the Praia Hotel. The security guards outside the door knew that the car was worth a lot of money, so they didn't dare to get in, and could only watch Quintero go upstairs.

The security guard could only sigh.

Humming a little tune, Quintero was so anxious that he didn't even bother to wait for the elevator, and ran upstairs in two steps. In front of a woman, everything is nothing.

302...

303!

He looked up at the door number, smiled, and knocked on the door, but the door opened by itself.

Although it was strange, Quintero didn't care. As soon as he stepped in, he saw a figure rushing out of the door, covering his mouth with one hand, and pressing him to the ground with his backhand.

Then three or four people ran out of the toilet. Some injected him with anesthetics, and some tied him up.

Quintero stared with his glasses wide open, whimpering.

"Be elegant, don't kill him."

Ethan Hunt chewed gum, looked at Quintero who looked sleepy, smiled and patted his face, "Sir, just take a nap, you can reach Lower California in the afternoon."

Quintero didn't know who the other party was, but he knew that he had fallen into a trap!

That bitch sold him out.

He must sell her to Africa.

Quintero cursed in his heart, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally it went black.

At this time, there was a clanging sound in the corridor.

A man wearing a cleaner's clothes and a mask pushed a cart over, stopped at the door, looked around, knocked on the door, pushed it in, and the agents stuffed Quintero in.

"Put a pillow on him, so he can sleep more comfortably." Ethan Hunt was still very considerate.

A group of people left in batches.

"Hi!"

Just as the cleaner was about to leave, a door suddenly opened not far away, and a man waved, "Come and help me pack up."

The cleaner glanced at the other party, nodded and walked into the room. After about 20 to 30 seconds, he came out. When he closed the door, he saw the man lying on the bed, still covered with a quilt.

It's good to be young, and fall asleep as soon as you lie down.

The best way to solve troubles is to solve the numbness.

…

Seven o'clock in the evening.

Carlos, who had been busy all day, was tired and preparing for dinner.

He spent a lot of effort to suppress the scandal, and the Salinas family paid a lot of price. He couldn't swallow this breath.

"Where's Quintero?"

While chewing steak, Carlos suddenly asked.

Secretary Ajit was startled, "I'll go call him."

He hurried to Quintero's room, but there was no one inside. He felt bad and asked the security guard at the door of the official residence. The other party said that he had not come back at all.

Ajit's heart sank immediately, and he felt dizzy. He hurried back to see Carlos, and said bitterly, "Sir, Quintero... is gone!"

"What? How could he be gone?"

"He said he was going out to meet an acquaintance today. I was very busy in the afternoon and asked a lot, but he said he would come back, but now I haven't seen him."

"Go find him! Bastard! Go find him!"

Carlos was going crazy. He told that idiot so many times not to run around, but he didn't listen. Now, he is gone.

Secretary Ajit's face was also ugly.

Looking at the steak in his hand, Carlos threw it aside with a solemn expression.

Quintero…

This is a bomb. He was released from prison because he was causing trouble inside. The Americans didn’t even know he was in his official residence. And he disappeared shortly after Raul’s accident.

If…

He appeared in the hands of the Americans.

Carlos shuddered.

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